Brief greetings from the dunes. I don't have time to say much as the anemic wi-fi connection here on the front porch of the registration building at "The Homestead" in Glen Arbor, Michigan is threatening to blow away at any second. We've been having a lot of fun hiking up really fucking huge-ass dunes, swimming, stuffing our face-holes and burning blood-engorged ticks off of each other.
We're planning on playing the song for my dad tomorrow night when my brother gets into town. And yes, he came through with his verse for the song about 15 minutes before we hit the road, allowing me to complete the song in time, but not before the stress of the last-minute mixdown caused a blast of stomach acid to burn yet another hole in my swiss cheese of a colon.
Anyway, here's a lo-fi version of the tune. Again, there's a lot of inside family jokes and shit, but I think the song came out pretty cool, regardless. Whatever... here you go:
"The Legend of Jersey Mal" by RUMBLIN' BUM ROGERS & THE CREPITUNES
Talk to ya later. Gotta go drink some vino and play Syzygy.
7 comments:
Oh man. That was fantastic! Your dad is going to love it. The farts made it extra magical.
Oh man. That was fantastic! Your dad is going to love it. The farts made it extra magical.
I'm sampling that wind for my next tune. -ShadDaddy
That was the most amazing song I've heard since those "A Slug Is Just A Snail..." and "Cool Pair of Shoes" numbers! I hope you'll let us all know how your dad likes it.
Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm.
Hey, just having your own name mentioned that many times....he's gonna be thrilled. Nice harmony!
That song is so good.
Thanks for all your kind words. I hear what you're all saying and promise that, from now on, all songs will have fart SFX between all the verses.
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